Marital problems spiral out of control

Wen Hua is gambling that Fu Shishen will use her to provoke Jiang Ruan.

Therefore, you should maintain a proper attitude in front of Jiang Ruan's makeup artist.

Regardless of Fu Shishen's ultimate goal, at least she is no longer aggrieved.

Seven years of marriage, seven years of grievances, she's really had enough.

"If there's no time, I'll remove my makeup and get some rest. After all, you can't overexert yourself while pregnant," Wen Hua said calmly.

Then, she actually stood up to leave.

The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

As Wen Hua passed by Fu Shishen, her hand was grabbed by him.

Wen Hua frowned.

But this time, she didn't feel any pain.

Fu Shishen controlled his strength well, but he restricted Wen Hua's movements.

Fu Shishen looked at Wen Hua with a deep and serious gaze.

Before Wen Hua could ask, he had already spoken up: "If you don't like it, then let's change it."

"President Fu—" The stylist looked at Fu Shishen in astonishment.

Wen Hua was also somewhat surprised.

He never expected that Fu Shishen would stand on his side.

Fu Shishen didn't say anything more and released Wen Hua's hand.

He looked at the stylist and said, "I'll give you half an hour to get it done, otherwise you won't need to work here anymore."

This is an order, and there is no room for doubt.

The makeup artist's expression changed repeatedly, but she dared not say another word.

Wen Hua's red lips moved slightly.

Fu Shishen then continued, "If you have any demands, then make them. If she can't meet them, she can forget about working here. Wen Hua, but I won't tolerate unreasonable demands."

It's half indulgence, half warning.

Wen Hua didn't say anything.

The stylist didn't hesitate and immediately stepped forward.

Unlike her previous perfunctory responses, she seriously inquired about Wen Hua's requirements.

"Use earth-toned eyeshadow, put your hair up, and keep your makeup light," Wen Hua said softly, her eyes lowered.

"Yes." The stylist became much more polite.

In this industry, they know best how to adapt to changing circumstances.

Clearly, Fu Shishen is now on Wen Hua's side.

Going against Wen Hua is truly playing with your own future.

The stylist then quickly modified Wen Hua's outfit.

The assistant has already changed her into a brand new dress that suits Wen Hua's style.

All the makeup and styling were completed within the time limit set by Fu Shishen.

The stylist carefully looked at Wen Hua in the mirror and asked in a low voice, "Mrs. Fu, is this alright?"

Wen Hua hummed in agreement, not making things too difficult for her.

Fu Shishen's eyes had already turned towards them.

The woman before me, Wen Hua, was gentle and dignified, radiating maternal warmth.

But this makeup style is definitely more suitable for Wen Hua than before.

It perfectly captures her radiance and strengths.

Unforgettable at first sight.

Fu Shishen's gaze darkened slightly, as if he had never seen Wen Hua like this in all these years.

When their argument escalated to the point of no return.

But he saw a completely different side of Wen Hua.

A strange emotion swept through his heart, but it quickly disappeared.

Then Fu Shishen looked down and pretended to look at the time on his watch; it was 7:20.

The driver had already prepared the car and was waiting outside.

He calmly led Wen Hua out of the villa.

The two got into the car one after the other, and the car drove smoothly to the banquet venue.

They arrived at 7:50 p.m.

Fu Shishen was late.

Wen Hua was actually nervous inside the car.

Because of everything that had happened during this period, she was afraid of Fu Shishen.

I don't know when this person went crazy.

Her fingers were digging into the edge of the leather seat, her palms sweaty.

Fu Shishen didn't seem to say anything.

When the car came to a complete stop, he looked at Wen Hua and said, "We're here. We're late."

The bodyguard opened the car door, and Fu Shishen bent down and got out.

"Fu Shishen..." Wen Hua suddenly called out to Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen turned his head to look at Wen Hua, his expression calm.

Wen Hua's red lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but the words she was about to say remained unspoken.

Fu Shishen, however, suddenly smiled, a very faint smile.

"Wen Hua, didn't you say that the initiative is now yours, not mine? Since that's the case, it's not a big deal for me to compromise." Fu Shishen seemed to know what Wen Hua was going to say.

He paused for a moment, but the words that followed were incredibly cruel.

"Since you understand me so well, you also know that my compromises with you are only within permissible limits, right? So I don't want this to happen again. You're a smart person; for your own good, just know when to stop." Fu Shishen made his point clear.

The tall figure turned around, and his calloused fingertips gently caressed Wenhua's skin.

Wen Hua was trembling.

"I indulged you just now to show her. Because the stylist is one of her people, huh?" Fu Shishen made his point clear.

All the romance and ambiguity shattered in an instant.

Such indulgence and gentleness, however, are within certain premises.

Fu Shishen patted Wen Hua's cheek and withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

Then he turned around and got out of the car.

When the media reporters saw Fu Shishen arrive, their flashbulbs were already pointed at him.

Everyone in Jiangzhou knows that Fu Shishen is never late.

Moreover, it was at such an important banquet, and everyone was speculating about what had happened.

Fu Shishen didn't say anything.

His hand was across the car door, his eyes looking inside the car.

This action caused even more whispers among those present.

Then everyone saw Wen Hua appear.

Fu Shishen gently took Wen Hua's hand: "Be careful."

Even the words and phrases seemed to hold Wen Hua in the palm of his hand.

His hand naturally supported Wen Hua's skirt to make it easier for her to get out of the car.

Wen Hua smiled at Fu Shishen.

Fu Shishen was also smiling.

In the public eye, under the camera lens.

Fu Shishen didn't care about the cameras at all and just watched.

For a moment, Wen Hua had the illusion that she really saw gentleness in Fu Shishen's eyes.

There was also intense emotion.

Before Wen Hua could even react.

The person suddenly possessed him.

To her astonishment, Fu Shishen kissed Wen Hua's lips.

Wen Hua's eyes widened, as if surprised.

Soon, she felt Fu Shishen's well-defined hand pass through her slender fingers.

With a backhand tug, her weight shifted onto Fu Shishen.

It was eerily quiet all around.

Wen Hua became completely unresponsive.

It wasn't until Fu Shishen released Wen Hua that he affectionately scratched the bridge of her nose with his index finger.

He then calmly looked at the reporter and said, "Sorry, there was a sudden accident, I'm late."

After speaking, Fu Shishen ignored the reporters and walked towards the banquet venue with Wen Hua in his arms.

But this scene had already been captured by a reporter.

In an instant, their conversation became the top trending topic on Weibo.

The reporter's words were filled with Fu Shishen's doting affection for Wen Hua.

Behind these words lies a satire of Jiang Ruan's fall from grace.

The entire dinner was broadcast live.

Wen Hua did not leave Fu Shishen's side.